Destination Unknown
Now that the schoolyear is over, my life slowly fades into summer laziness and an appease-the-parents job search. Moving out was one of the worst experiences of college - mentally, emotionally, and physically draining.
Mentally: The Political Science final on Game Theory I took right before packing pretty much raped me. And I'm not just saying back-alley rape either. We're talking a rape where my face is smashed-up against the porcelain of a small bathtub while the rapist has his way with me and simultaneously pounds my face with a shampoo bottle (this bottle is Herbal Essences and full too).
Emotionally: Having to say goodbye to my UCLA friends was quite difficult - especially when I had to see 10 friends in 15 min. That's only 1 minute, 30 seconds per person. Also, I was limited to only my friends who live in Hedrick - with the exceptions of Sean, Sarah, and Ann who came to visit me. Thanks guys. Basically for the express Hedrick goodbyes, I had just enough time to say, "It's not the end, but if so, gimme a hug." As if a hug can substitute eternal separation. AS IF! By the way, Clueless is an eternal movie. In addition, upon returning home with all of my laundry in disarray or in the washing machine, I was forced to do the unthinkable. With no good jeans available, I was forced to wear the dreaded BAGGY JEANS! You know, the kind that make people question whether you have an ass. They felt so awkwardly loose and I felt constantly self-conscious by the fact that everyone was definitely looking at me thinking, "Dang, look at those lame-ass, baggy jeans. Is that guy too poor to buy nice jeans? Is he a 909 thug from Riverside?"
Physically: I spent 3 hours packing up my stuff without any help. This was a nightmare. Not only do I own too much stuff, I found tons of things that I've never even seen before. I never wear 75% of the clothes I own. This is because as I get older, my fashion sense becomes more focused and selective. No longer can I wear many of the clothes I wore in junior high and high school. What is sad is that my sizes basically haven't changed since junior high. Hopefully this summer I will gain some weight - well muscle mass to be specific. Also, with the continuous packing, I was forced to eat lunch at 4 PM on the way home. I stopped at a place a pizza place called Jina's Pizza. Yes, that's Jina's with a J. It was pretty ghetto - in Inglewood I think. That's just how I roll though so it was nothing new. It reminded me of the ghetto pizza place in "Do the Right Thing." However, instead of demanding some pictures of African Americans on the wall, I wanted to demand the restaurant to turn off the way-too-loud, Mexican dating show. The show did have the rather amusing dynamic though of unattractive people vying for other unattractive people.